Bob Dylan Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics:
I hear that train a-rolling, it's a-rolling round
the bend I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't
know when I'm stucked in Folsom Prison and time
keeps dragging on And I hear that whistle blowing
all down to San Antone

When I was just a baby my mamma told me: son
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that train a-pulling I hang my head
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and cry

I bet there's rich folks eating in their fancy
dining cars They're probably drinking coffee and
smoking big cigars But I know I had it coming, I
know I can't be free But the people keep a-moving,
and that's what tortures me

If they'd free me from this prison, if that
railroad train was mine You bet I moved it on a
little further down the line Far from Folsom
Prison that's where I long to stay And I'd let
that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
Lyrics: Folsom Prison Blues, Bob Dylan [end]